Privyet, lyudi!
Um... Hehe, yeah. There really is no explaining this. Well, actually there is. But... I won't.
Disclaimer: Beyblade belongs to Takao Aoki. Sadly, I only own the insanity of it all... Well... Most of it, anyway.
Update to Anyone Who Reads This: I accidently put this under 'French' when I first submitted it... Just so you know.
"Three AM"
"But I need potatooooes!" The usually quite voice of the second oldest Bladebreaker cried while clinging to Hiro's left arm.
"And I need to eat my breakfast, its's getting cold."
"But I need potatoes!"
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do!"
"Rei, cut it out." Kai ever so politely chimed in.
"Shut up! No one's talking to you." He snapped at Kai. Turning back to Hiro, he said, "Hiro," enter big eyes "if you make me breakfast..." he thought for a moment. "I'll do your laundry for a week?"
"No, Rei." Hiro sighed, exasperated.
"But you made Kai breakfast!"
"So?"
"Oh," he released Hiro's arms, "I see how it is," he sniffled. "Kai's your favorite, isn't he?" He shouted, tears welling up in his eyes. "Do you think he's better than me?"
Kai chuckled. "Rei, you shouldn't judge your self worth on whether or not Hiro makes you breakfast or not,"
Rei turned his head to face Kai.
"You should base it on how many songs you can get on my .mp3 player." He smirked and Hiro glared at him.
This actually happened... Like, seriously. Only, in place of Rei was me, Hiro was my brother Michael, and Kai was my brother Stephen.
If I had done this correctly, Kai would have threatened to eat mayonnaise straight out of the jar to make Rei stop whining, but... Could you really see him doing that? I feel bad for you, if you can.
Actually, I feel bad for you if you can see any of this happening.
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Iskrenne,
~Sarah Vic